Perfect Body, Part 3 - Nicer Nina version (Patreon)

Author's note: When my associates read part 3, they had assumed Nina's ascension would be more of a misunderstanding than something malicious. For that purpose, part 3 has been partially rewritten and modified to achieve this goal. I seem to agree, and so this version will be the one I follow up on from here. With that being said, enjoy this bulked up version of Perfect Body, Part 3!

edit: 9/4/24 - Even more dialogue and a new day!

Part 3

Written by HikerAngel and AuGoose

DAY 13

Saturday I was swamped with chores, but finally went out to spend some time at a park in the afternoon. With all that had happened, it seemed like a good idea to touch some grass. Nina had her own problems, I’d been told, while I was still struggling to understand why the novel flourcarbons in the perfume had linked us. It was based on her pheromones, but I must have been contributing something to the chemical process that made her sensitive to my pheromones. Somehow she could smell what I was thinking and it triggered… her changes.

I was sitting on a rock sketching molecules and seriously wondering if the perfume would work on anyone else or if it were chemically unique to Nina? I suspected that while Nina had contributed the key ingredient, once it had been concentrated it might work on any girl. An important question, but one that would have to remain a thought exercise. I mean, who else would I dare ask? “Hey, would you like find out if this perfume makes your body totally at the mercy of my every whim? It’s for science.” 

That would get me slapped if not outright arrested!

I was still chuckling to myself when my silenced phone shivered in the pocket.of my windbreaker

It was Nina, naturally. I didn’t have enough other friends to change those odds much. Well, quality over quantity, right?

I looked at the text. It was terse, especially for her.

“Do you know what Kegels are?” she asked with zero preamble. I admit I cheated, doing a search on the word before blushing furiously. I had forgotten how direct she could be. Little things like disrobing in front of her lab partner just to watch a boy climax at the mere sight of her.

“Exercises to strengthen the muscles in a girl’s vagina. They increase her pleasure and her partner’s.” I nervously typed in. And then like a coward, I changed ‘vagina’ to ‘crotch’ and deleted the second sentence entirely before hitting send. I felt like our friendship was growing, but not to the point where I was comfortable talking about stuff like… that.

She sent a single smiley face emoji and no further explanation, leaving me wondering if her new strength extended even… down there.

DAY 14

With the weekend half over, I hadn’t seen Nina in two whole days. That was a lot of time to go without my eyes being blessed with her cascading black hair, piercing green eyes, bountiful breasts and cobbled feminine musculature; without my nostrils being blessed with her natural musk, which blended seamlessly with the exotic jojoba oils that our project’s perfume utilized to create a rich, unforgettable scent which left me salivating like a starved peasant before a banquet; without my touch being blessed with the fleeting moments of skin contact that she offered me in our encounters, smoother than rocks sanded down over centuries by thunderous rapids and soft like freshly rolled dough; without my ears being blessed with her melodious voice that could put any country, pop, blues, jazz, R&B or opera singer to shame with its captivating ranges of brilliance, enhancing even the most mundane dialogue that left her plush lips, enriching the stories of girly gossip into grands epics that would be passed down from generation to generation throughout the ages.

…Perhaps I was rambling a bit. Maybe a day at church would do my mind good.

I wasn’t particularly religious, but my parents still insisted that I attend church every Sunday with them and I wasn’t bold enough to protest their polite demands.

The congregation was packed, busy enough that I could let my mind drift as it often did when understimulated. My wandering eyes caught sight of a particular visage that was unremarkable before, but now given my recent experiences… I couldn’t look away.

The church I attended was large, and as such it displayed many grand pieces of stained glass artistry. Most eyes, if drawn to the windows at all, were most likely focused upon the depiction of the Virgin Mary cradling the Baby Jesus or the opposing window’s depiction of Jesus strung up on the cross, dying for the human’s sins. My eyes, however, drifted leftwards, falling upon a smaller, complementary window which depicted…

Nina.

Admittedly… It wasn’t her. It was a depiction of an angel that resembled her at best. Though perhaps that was an insulting comparison as the angel, even with its exaggerated beauty by design, paled in comparison to the overwhelming perfection that was every atom of Nina.

Still, my mind wandered further, blending the two together in my imagination. The religious metaphors of salvation and eternal love created a drunkenly powerful cocktail of horniness in my thoughts as I imagined what Nina would look like if her supple hourglass figure was draped in the wavy perfection of an Angel’s dress, luminous feathered wings bursting from between her shoulder blades. I squeezed my knees together to hide my tenting crotch as my delusions mutated from years of religious brain rot, imagining the impossible rendered in the flesh.

“Fantasizing about Nina, I bet?” came a somewhat familiar voice, shaking me out of my funk. It was far more feminine than Jaeden’s, but equally as obnoxious. “Of course you are, everyone’s totally been riding her dick this past week and I, for one, can’t stand it!”

My eyes reluctantly fell upon Jenny DuBois, only to roll afterwards. She was one of the girls in Nina’s clique, emphasis on was. Apparently, her and Nina had gotten into a pretty big argument at school on Friday. And of all things, it was Jaeden who had come over to tell me about it, catching me in the hallway afterwards. I think his animal hindbrain was vaguely aware after Nina stomped his hand that he wasn’t getting back in her good graces without making nice to me. It creeped me out a little bit, but it was better than the relentless bullying. 

As Jaeden told it, Nina had shown up to school in her jogging clothes when Jenny sprang an ambush in the main hallway. Nina was hotter—obviously—but Jenny’s still about seven inches taller than her. And if we’re being honest, Jenny still had bigger tits, which I guess comes with built-in pecking order status. So when they got in each other’s faces, Jenny was looming over Nina pretty intimidatingly. Things got heated, with Jenny pulling out some dirty secrets, officially putting their friendship in a Cold War of sorts. 

I hadn’t been following the interpersonal drama closely—developing Nina’s perfume in a way that it wouldn’t alter reality beyond my control was more of a priority for me—but I could figure out why Jenny was so pissed. Even after dropping the hottest gossip of the semester, Nina effortlessly swept it under the rug with her newfound “charm”. Being able to tell all the boys present not to worry about something and literally rewiring their brains to obey was just as insane as it sounded, overshadowing the fact that this highschooler could lift a goddamn car over her head. Still, none of the the girls were convinced by Nina’s mojo and the fallout was pretty bad, I guess. A bunch of Nina’s friends started shunning her. She got so upset about it she skipped out before Mr. Mathews’ class.

“Jenny, what do you want?” I asked, annoyed. If this had been a few weeks ago, I probably would’ve been a bit meeker because Jenny was no slouch in the beauty department. She had large, sky blue eyes, scattered freckles and a tiny chin which came together to create a face that would’ve most certainly frightened me into compliance with its gorgeousness. And then there was the aforementioned big chest, demanding dominance. But after bearing witness to Nina’s perfection… she just seemed plain now. She seemed almost more intimidated by me than I was of her. “Trying to sneak your way back into a friendship with Nina through me?”

Maybe I had been a bit too harsh, judging by the dumbfounded look of shock that sprouted on her face. She then took a seat next to me on the bench, getting even closer so her next words, spoken through gritted teeth, would be heard loud and clear by her intended audience of one.

“Listen here you little shit. I see what you’re trying to do. Wooing her with that little magic perfume of yours so you can get in her pants. I’m not stupid, she didn’t just get prettier overnight. It’s some sort of illusion!”

“Uh, I hate to break it to you, Jenny, but you’ve got it all wrong. The perfume isn't magic, when Nina and I designed it together it unfortunately ran into some… unintended side effects. We’re just trying to survive Mathews’ class project and maybe figure out she's reacting to my-” I froze, realizing this was probably the last person in school I should be explaining the perfume to. “Anyway, Jenny, I’m not trying to get in her pants. We’re not even dating. She’s waaaay out of my league. Besides, I like being friends with her.” 

Smooth recovery there, genius.

Jenny’s expression changed dramatically. Now she was looking at me as if I were a sad, abused puppy. “Aw, poor Matt, she’s got you alllll wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? Well, don’t worry, I’ll do you a favor and take her down a peg in your eyes.” She then leaned in closer, putting her hand between her mouth and my ear as if this was an exchange of utmost confidentiality. “She’s a virgin, just like you.”

Leave it to Jenny to attach an insult to a revelation. She smiled when a hint of surprise snuck through my terrible poker face. I suppose I couldn’t lie, it was a little surprising that someone as perfect as her still had her hymen intact. Jenny acted like she had finally sunk her devious little tendrils into me, that my worldview had been forever altered.

"She acts like losing her virginity is going to be some big historical event. Don’t get too eager, loverboy. No boyfriend is ever good enough for her to let them under her skirt."

“I told you already, Jenny. We’re just friends. I-I feel like I got a good understanding of her over the last week.” 

Shit. I had stuttered. I was not dodging the “attracted to the girl literally becoming my specifications of perfection” allegations, even with some half-truths sprinkled into the mix. The widest, dirtiest grin spread across Jenny’s face as she caught wind of the involuntary repetition, rubbing her hands together as she prepared to unleash another devastating blow to my psyche.

"You be careful, Matt. She looks and sounds like a Good Girl. But when she finally pops her cherry, she's wound so tight there's gonna be an explosion. Then you'll see the real Nina—I'm telling you she'll go full nymphomaniac. So don't get it into your dumb head that a boy like you has any chance of satisfying that slut's appetite.”

"Just. Friends. Jenny. Leave it alone." I growled.

Yeah, friends with a bond that could still change her into who knows what if I’m not careful. I thought to myself, my eyes returning to the Angel that wished it could soar to Nina’s heights.

DAY 15

“Remember class, there’s only two weeks left until the project is due.” Mr. Matthews emphasized, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. “If you don’t have at least a half-completed project by the 28th, let me be frank, you’re not graduating.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Not because I was afraid of the project being less than finished, but because I was worried it was too finished. I deliberately avoided making eye contact with Nina, as well as taking to wearing an N-95 face mask over my mouth and nose to prevent any mingling of my desires with her pheromones. She could tell, as when the otherwise uneventful class was over, she pulled me aside in the hallway.

“Hey, are you alright, Matt?” she asked, raising a sculpted eyebrow. Yes. Focus on her eyebrows. Good. Look any lower and you’ll be hypnotized. That being said, I did appreciate her concern. It seemed genuine in a way only a seasoned friend could convey with their tone.

“Y-yep. Minus the flutters I still get when I think about your body for too long, everything’s looking on the up and up right now!” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping my quivered lip. Hopefully the mask hid all of those obvious tells.

“Oh, well that’s good… anyways, I just wanted to take you aside to ask about something… Um, maybe we should make a more… controlled perfume?”

I had never seen Nina so unsure and contemplative. She was hiding her true intentions, that much was obvious. Maybe she was still reeling from the fight with Jenny?

“Controlled perfume? Nina, what are you talking about? Changing the formula this late into the process could ruin the whole project if we’re not careful. Not to mention, a ton of extra work to add on the back end for us.

And by us, I meant me. I didn’t exactly see her writing all these specific calculations.

“Matt, whatever excess work comes up from this change, I’ll handle it. I only need to sleep, like, four hours a day now anyways to feel well-rested,” she confessed. Damn, I was hoping that my offhand joke about her only needing to sleep half of what a normal human did a few days ago wouldn’t change anything. Such was the price of establishing a more comfortable repertoire of friendship between the two of us, I suppose.

“I dunno, I think it…”

“I want to make the perfume not as dangerously potent, Matt,” she added. “I’m starting to think that if we present this project as is, it could disrupt the very order of humanity, y’know? Do we really want a bunch of pretty people running around with superpowers?”

That… actually made a lot of sense. I was surprised how logical she was thinking about this. Then again, she wasn’t some supervillainess, just a highschooler like me caught in a crazy situation that was way over both of our heads. “Okay, I think I can help you, then. Just breathe into another bag and I’ll have it done by tomorrow. But, y’know, make sure it’s a less-concentrated batch so it will be less effective.”

“Awesome! Thank you, Matt. You’re the best!” she said, bringing me into a hug. One which I probably savored for a little too long, my mind lagging behind time itself as she smothered me in her soft, loving embrace.

“Heh, besides, I think I can live with what I’ve been blessed with so far. You know how freeing it is to know I’ll probably never have to jog another day in my life now?” Nina remarked, rotating a cramp from her shoulder more out of habit than any actual need, my hungry eyes snapshotting every subtle striation of her sleek, feminine musculature as she did. “The dumbfounded looks of passersby are more of a motivation now than any sense of improvement. Heehee, and that includes you too, Matt.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat from her comment. I had only wanted to ask if that was really what she felt—after all, I knew the fallout between her and Jenny wasn’t pretty. If anything, I was expecting her to ask for some variant that could hypnotize men or something. Unfortunately, my brain didn’t want to connect to my mouth at this moment since it was busy reconstructing its gray matter after her hug.

All I could do was hope she was approaching this with the best of intentions…

And that I could get this alternative perfume finished before some of my… stranger desires accidentally become reality.

DAY 16

Mr. Mathews’s class was dedicated exclusively to lab time, so Nina had ample opportunity to fill me in on the intricacies of her life as I worked rigorously on the updated perfume. Her provided sample was reacting… differently, for sure. But I was so caught up in her fascinating little anecdotes that I couldn’t focus.

Something about her life being so different from mine and yet so unmistakably human all the same… perhaps I was simply running out of ways to eloquently describe the perfection that was her body performing such mundane tasks like her pilates routine or making scrambled eggs for breakfast.

“I’ve… also been trying some meditation techniques,” she admitted, somewhat bashfully. “I can’t keep letting the Jenny stuff get to me, you know?”

“What’s the technique?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, it’s nothing special, just sitting cross legged and trying to clear my mind.“ Her back straightened as her upper body assumed the stereotypical meditation pose on top of the lab stool, her index fingers and thumbs making circles as she held her hands in the air. She closed her eyes and let a monotone ‘hummmmmm’ pass through her glossy lips.

If I did something like this in the middle of a busy lab, I would probably be mocked relentlessly for the rest of my life. Meanwhile, Nina was so pretty she’d probably start an entire social trend around it. 

“One with the universe… One with the universe…” she repeated to herself every few seconds.

“Inner peace… Inner peace,” I replied with playful mockery, doing my best Jack Black impression. I didn’t expect her to get the reference, but my geek brain compelled me to say it.

She opened a single verdant eye, staring right at me. “Was that a Kung Fu Panda joke?”

Well, nevermind then, I guess she was cultured.

We had a good long laugh after that. I was amazed at how bold she was, admitting how much she enjoyed the movie. She just so effortlessly weaved past social shames, allowing herself to quote a kid’s movie without cringing in the slightest. I was so caught up in the euphoria of the moment that it was Nina who informed me when the timer was finished on the concoction for a few steps.

I became so distracted, I almost missed the reactant turning the swill green. I then watched as Nina added the finishing touches, which blossomed the color into a vibrant pink. I was pretty sure green was the color I was looking for, that meant it had less of the unique hydrocarbon molecule that had brought about the change.

She swiped up the perfume, gave me another ‘thank you’ hug, and walked out of the lab. Great, I had just mentally recovered from the last hug. Now I’d have to start all over again. I could see other fellow geeks and nerds shooting me stink eyes and similar envious looks as soon as she left, and all I had to shoot back with was a knowing smile.

I guess I really was lucky. I was best friends with my dream girl, one willing to stand up for me. This latest perfume might finally stabilize her body and I wouldn’t have to worry about any more freakish surprises as her form morphed to my surreal desires. Everything was finally looking up!

~

Later that night, I was double-checking my science now that I had a clearer head. I was amazed at my own competence with the process, not even the prettiest girl in the world talking to me could distract me from making an even more comprehensive formula for the perfume. I think talking with Nina helped me understand the wants and needs of women more, maybe I could finally—

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

My whole body trembled as my eyes read and reread the page before me. I-I was hallucinating… I had to be.

A quick way to tell the potency of the reaction is through color. If the color is yellow once the reaction agent is added, then you have a lesser potency. If the color is green, then you have a greater potency. An easy way of remembering this is the simple catchphrase:

“Yellow is mellow, green is good.”

Only green was not good. Not good at all.

DAY 17

“Don’t triy the netw perfume! It’s s kot stronger!” I frantically texted to Nina as I hopped on my bike to go to school, typos be damned.

“I know. Meet in the north hallway.You can tell me what’s up + I have a surprise for youuuuuuuu,” was her response.

I ran as fast as my poor cardio could carry me, only to run straight into a crowd of people totally mobbing Nina. My ears, while overwhelmed with chatter, could still make out talk of some sort of party.

Shit! Am I too late? My mind raced as I squeezed into the crowd. I fired off several half-hearted apologies as I zeroed in on Nina’s beacon of black locks, her increased height standing just enough over most other heads to parse her appearance.

By the time I finally made it to her, the congregation had already begun to break up. Still, I was thoroughly winded, pausing to catch my breath as several snooty students shot me dismissive side-eyes.

“N-Nina… There you are… I need to tell you about—”

“Hold on, whatever’s concerning you probably isn’t as important as this little proposition I’m about to offer you,” she spoke in her commanding voice, instantly throwing whatever concern I had out of my brain. I couldn’t recall why I had ran up to ask her something, only that it seemed insignificant compared to the next words that were about to leave her mouth.

“Becaaaaause, you could totally get a VIP invitation to my special pool party if you’ll help me with a little ‘blind experiment’,” she asked. “You know, for science.” she added coyly.

My interest was piqued. I didn’t invest much stock into social capital, probably why people like Jaeden saw me as the lowest rung on the totem pole, but this would seriously boost my standings in the popularity rankings if I wasn’t just a friend of Nina’s for the sake of a class project, but one personally invited to her latest pool party as guest of honor. I didn’t even know what the ‘VIP’ status afforded me, but I had to accept it was special…

“Sure!” I chirped.

She practically dragged me backstage in the school theater, where a burly custodian was waiting. He nodded in approval as we walked by, leaving to presumably make sure nobody would interrupt us. I wasn’t sure if she had used her voice to command him or just bribed him like a normal person—a sentence I couldn’t believe was generated by my mind. 

“So, uh, what’s with the change of clothes?” I asked a lowball question upon noticing her unzipped backpack in the corner, hoping that she would at least answer that. It seemed like the folded garments were sitting on something large deeper in the pack. Spare shoes? She just shot me a knowing look, one that told me ‘wouldn’t you like to know, Matt?’ Looks like I wasn’t getting an explanation for any of this. Figures.

Her words were sparse as she directed me to the singular folding chair that stood ominously in the center of a clear patch among the remnants of a dozen school plays. I suppose at this point there was no turning back for me.

Before I knew it, I was blindfolded and Nina had tied my wrists to two large and obscenely heavy pieces of stage scenery she effortlessly shifted into place beside the chair. It was easy to forget how strong she was.

“A ‘blind experiment’, huh?”

“For science!” she agreed cheerfully.

I flinched when she pulled my N-95 mask off of my face and promptly tossed it into one of the piles of drama club junk. Then Nina’s command voice jolted my brain to attention once again, playfully instructing me like a girl playing princess to her stuffed animal subjects.

"The parameters are simple, Matt. No peeking, no touching, and absolutely no cumming!" 

My eyes widened, though quickly unwidened so as not to peer through the inexpertly tied blindfold. Her bondage skills could use some work. I could feel my heart racing well past its normal speed limit. What exactly was she about to do to me!? What the hell had I just agreed to!?

My memory was jogged as my ears heard a slight spritzing noise and my nose caught a whiff of rose petals and jojoba oils. She was spraying herself with the perfume again. The far more potent one. I wanted to protest, but her powerful voice beat me to the punch. She had me right where she wanted me.

"I believe you made a claim about a week ago that my body’s already perfect. A bold premise, sir.” She droned in a very stereotypical ‘British Professor’ voice. “One we shall now test. If true, we have nothing to worry about from me applying a little more perfume to my face and throat, correct?” she pondered flirtily, her voice erecting goosebumps all across my skin. “You see, my position in this inquiry is there's still room for improvement."

I heard her voice circling around behind me. Suddenly, she dropped the accent, whispering seductively right in my ear. "I may not get any more beautiful, but I know I can be much, much sexier..." She trailed off with a breathy sigh.

I heard her step away, opening the bottle with a loud 'pop!' The familiar smell wafted out with far greater intensity, it seemed she wasn’t content with just a few spritzes of the stuff. "Some on my face, a few dabs on my neck and wrists, and then a proper splash to soak my top... Oooo! That tingles already. I guess it's stronger than I thought."

Wait… that last sentence… Oh no, Oh no-no-no. She had known this whole time!? Had she been playing me for a fool? Did she intentionally distract me yesterday so she could take the stronger perfume, then tie me up today just to use me for her own nefarious ends?

Worst of all, why was the thought of it arousing me so much?

"This is crazy, Nina! We don't know what it might—”

The professor voice was back. "We don't. But picture it. Even if it's just a little more of the everything that's happened so far? Prettier, smarter, stronger, and more of the girlboss mind control? Maybe even girls will have to do what I tell them.” She dropped the accent again, real exasperation bleeding through her tone. “Meditation isn’t cutting it, Matt. The only peace of mind I’ll get is if I can shut Jenny DuBois up for good.”

I should’ve known. She was a mastermind, playing me from the start. She knew that this perfume would only enhance her body further, and used my distracted state to swipe a more powerful dosage right under my nose. Now I was all tied up and blindfolded, unable to even scream for help if I wanted to. She wasn’t just some cute schoolgirl, she was playing 4D chess with my emotions this whole time, and I was powerless to—

“SHIT! Shit! Shit-shit-shit!” Nina exclaimed, accompanied with the sound of an empty bottle rattling on the wooden stage floor. 

Her cool logical voice vanished into a startled squeal and the perfume smell intensified greatly, now mixing with her own not-so-subtle musk.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I fucking spilled it!" she half-snarled. "God, it went all over my shorts."

Her voice sounded so authentic at that moment, as if her earlier scholarly erudition and breathy undertones were all part of some planned performance that had gone entirely off script. Hmm… maybe she wasn’t the grand mastermind I had mistaken her for. I found my shoulders untensing, and while my heart rate didn’t lower, it was now motivated more by arousal than fear.

I tried not to laugh, but a little slipped out anyways. I couldn’t see Nina, but I could feel her glare burning a hole through my blindfold. "Sorry. I'm just glad I'm not the only one that's spilled perfume on you this month."

"Funny guy,” she thumped me on the shoulder in exasperation. I did my best to hold back the searing pain that coursed through my entire arm afterwards. “Oh! Sorry. I forget how strong I am now. Here, I'll kiss it and make it all better."

I was left stunned as the simple touch of her lips obliterated the pain in my shoulder. It was as if the soothing effects of aloe vera had been injected right into my veins. There wasn’t even a twinge left over to signify it would bruise.

“W-wait, since when did you have healing kiss powers!?” I asked in disbelief.

“Do I? Maybe you just believed me when I said my kiss would make it all better. Placebo effect, remember? I knew the blindfold was a good idea. Go ahead, let your imagination run wild.”

“H-hey! Don’t think I’m gonna believe everything you say, Nina! This is still crazy!”

"Yeah, I could believe that.” she pouted. “This spill really ruined the vibe I was going for. Then again, I've got half the bottle soaking into my panties now. Imagine what that's gonna do…”

"Heaven help us," I joked.

I then heard her voice coming from near the big stage-prop mirror I'd seen earlier, but thought little of. Damn… she had gotten over there fast! Just how fast was she, exactly? Mmm, probably fast enough to outrun even the most proficient of sprinters. No! I needed to remain strong! The more I allowed my mind to wander, the more dangerous she’d become!

"Mmmmmm" she purred. "I think it's starting, Matt. But we know I normally have to sleep on it before your …notions… take effect. But this perfume is supposed to be weaker. Do you think… Do you think using my enhanced pheromones actually made this batch waaay more powerful than before? I mean, my face already looks... different. No, better! Angelic, even. And wow, my lashes are intense."

“And my chest feels so warm now. Could they really…?” There was the unmistakable sound of fabric stretching before she groaned in delight. “Uff, Oh, hell yes. They’re so perky! No one has ever had tits this good.” She announced with fevered certainty.

I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but I couldn’t exactly see her face or torso to confirm it. She was a Schrodinger's Cat of beauty, and my mind was already running wild with the possibilities. I squeezed my legs together as I felt my crotch swell with lust.

Her voice was breathless as she continued. “Mmm, if only you could feel what my body feels now, Matt. We could sell this as a lubricant and make millions. Every part of me is getting so sensitive now. Just the rubbing of my clothes is turning me on! Hang on, I’ve gotta get these wet shorts and panties off.”

My hands twitched desperately as I heard her pulling her skin-tight shorts inside out down her luscious legs ending with an elastic snap. I was held back partially by the ropes but mostly by Nina’s commanding tone. I just wanted to reach out and feel her. I bet her bare legs were beyond perfect, with unblemished skin that was plush like a marshmallow. And to see her naked maidenhood again…

Nope. Still couldn’t cum.

“Wow, everything about me just tingles! Everything from the nape of my neck to the folds of my crotch are just so fucking sensitive! Mmmhnhnhn… Oh, Matt, now it’s my pussy! It’s getting so strong and tight, like doing 6,000 kegels a day instead of my usual thirty. But I-I thought the transformation would wait until I was sleeping?”

My cock twitched as I imagined being caught in the industrial vice of her sex, unable to pull out without her express permission. 

“Holy shit… its that? Why can I see my tiny clit? Somehow it's peeking out from my folds… Oh God, it’s growing, Matt! I swear, it’s the size of a big fucking grape! Wow, I guess that spill was more of a happy accident than I thought. I-I don’t think I’ve even been this aroused in my life… Oh, I want to touch it. Just one little flick…”

“I-I… Oh fuck, I-I think I need to… OH FUCK!” Nina gasped in shock, followed by a meaty thump that shook my chair. It must’ve been Nina’s body hitting the floor. There was a brief silence, like she wasn’t even breathing. Did she have a heart attack!?

“Oh shit, N-Nina! Are you okay!?”

Then I heard what I could only describe as a mix of a cackle and an erotic moan. “Mhmhmhmmnnggggggghg… Okay? Your hydrocarbon miracle is so much fucking better than I could’ve hoped? It’s taking all my pleasure spots way beyond the limits of what is humanly possible! I keep cumming so hard it’s like I’m lifting off the ground! I don’t even feel it hindering me!”

She probably meant that her pleasure even overwhelmed the discomfort of the ground, but I couldn’t help but imagine her literally rising against gravity, floating inches above the rough boards of the flooring.

I heard her ripping out of her clothes as she stood back up, her voice coming from many inches higher than I recalled. Had… she grown? That was the only logical conclusion. And how vividly I could picture it in my mind!   

She moaned. “Oh yes, Taller. Taller! I’m going to loom over that bitch. And with way bigger tits too!” She must have meant Jenny. Nina would need seven more inches just to look her frenemy in the eye. Looming over her would be… Hot as fuck! Holy shit had she really grown more than a foot? Were her magnificent breasts swelling even larger? No wonder her clothes had shredded off of her!

Goddamn, I needed to cum.

She giggled. “Thinking about me, Matt? You always smell so good when you do…”

Fuck. I’m doing a terrible job at fighting this. I was hooked, lined, and sinking. All to the sound of her moaning in rising pleasure that really did sound like she was enjoying herself with truly shocking, crazy, downright superhuman intensity.

“Mmm, there’s more than just physical changes happening to me now.” She called out after a particularly fierce peak in her self-pleasuring. “The smell is in my head, Matt. I can feel it like surging waves. Waves of forbidden sexual knowledge and lost erotic arts etching themselves into my nerves and all the little wrinkles of my brain!”

I was spellbound, imagining her feminine muscles sizzling with newfound memories and skills that demanded decades of practice. Wild positions and taboo tricks filling her innocent head with such naughty ideas. I guessed the stronger perfume must have run wild, transforming her based on a rather open-ended interpretation of her earlier expectation of becoming ‘way sexier’. Certainly I had never before considered what she was describing. It was all way more pornographic than I think either of us could have come up with.

"Oh, Matt! I must be the sexiest, most desirable woman in all of history... And it's not stopping!!. More…. More! Sexier. Even sexier. Yeeeeesssss! I Am The Perfect Lover!" 

She delivered it in her best husky phone-sex voice, and I would’ve certainly came on the spot if she hadn’t denied me that option earlier.

And then I yelped in pain. Something had come down on my foot. Hard.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Matt. I’m a little clumsy in these things.” All her breathy squealing and moaning was gone so suddenly I could almost hear a record player needle scraping across the turntable. Skkrrrrch!

“What?” I was completely confused, still breathing shallow and fast as her smell permeated the cluttered area.

“Did you like my little radio play? Heheheh, looks like secretly switching from my ballet flats to the tallest platform sandals I could find got that active imagination of yours all hot and bothered.”

“Oh, my God, Nina. Jesus… Where do you get all of those ideas? You were just acting?”

“Of course! And you don’t read many women’s magazines much, do ya?”

“Not so much.”

“They talk about all that kind of stuff every couple of months with a ‘the best sex’ issue. You said this batch was not stronger, so I was kind of hamming it up. I figure I’ll get some sleep and see if I get even a fraction of all that in the morning. If I’m lucky maybe Jen will only be an inch or two taller than me tomorrow.”

“Nina! What have you— I said it was a lot stronger!”

Now I could hear her confusion. “No… We agreed to make a weaker batch. You even texted me it was ‘not stronger’.” I could hear her tapping her phone to read my message again. “That’s why I used the whole bottle. The spill was an accident though. You think it’ll leave a stain? Those are my favorite shorts…”

Then it hit me. “Fucking auto-correct. I meant to type ‘a lot stronger’ and must have typo’ed it.”

There was no mastermind, no evil plot. Nina had tricked me, but not the way I had thought. She was still stressing over Jenny and just wanted a little more edge.

Instead she was gonna get way more than she bargained for.

“Okay, mistakes were made.” I admitted, still nervous at what that green batch and the intense concentration of even more advanced hydrocarbons might do. “But can you untie me now?”

“Sure. I just wanted…”

Nina’s breathing got faster. And louder. And faster.

“Matt?” There was a strange tension in her voice and once again her own musk filled the air. She had to be so wet between her bare thighs.

No. It couldn’t be!

“Mmmmmhp!” she grunted. “Could your ‘a lot stronger’ batch actually act faster?” she asked quietly.

“I guess. Seemed convincing when you were faking it.” We were in uncharted territory after all.

“It’s happening.” She announced, completely deadpan.

“Come on, Nina? Fool me once…”

“I’M NOT FAKING!!” she shouted, “It’s happening in the same order. First my face… uuuhh! Now the big perky boobs…!”  her voice trailed off into a string of powerful moans that had my dick as hard as a rock again.

If anything, it sounded like Nina was going to orgasm before I did. If she was right about the changes coming in order her sensitivity was skyrocketing right now. I could hear her shameless hands stroking her naked, silken flesh, becoming more and more aroused, close enough to feel her body heating up as her molten breath reached my neck.

She gasped for air as she caressed her own form. “F-fuck! Everything… hurts! M-my nipples! Inhumanly sensitive! O-oh fuuuck!”

Call me a sucker, but the note of fear in her voice sold me. This time wasn’t a drill.

I heard her bite down into fuller lips, hissing through her teeth at what she'd unleashed. Next up it would be the tight, muscular pussy and her real clit engorging to match her ‘radio play’ version, a plump grape-sized throbbing nexus of more-than-human pleasure. She’d relished describing her loins becoming ‘perfect’ in ways I had never imagined. It seemed like she’d bitten off more than she could chew, now having to live it.

“Matt! Are you shrinking?” I could hear her long tresses swinging as she looked around the stage. “No… I’m growing. I’m really growing! I must be a whole six inches taller now! N-no! Not even! A whole fucking foot! More than Jenny! Oooooh, yes! Time to loom over that bitch…”

I heard her bare feet touch the floor as she stepped out of the high sandals to bask in her new height. I couldn’t be sure if it was all real or just her impeccable acting, but her voice was definitely coming from even higher than before, a perfect match if all her erotic body fantasies had become her new reality.

“And with bigger tits!” she squawked in seeming surprise. I could almost see her shapely breasts jiggling as they swelled up to ripe melon class monsters without losing an iota of their perkiness.

Jenny was doomed.

Maybe we all were.

Once again Nina fell to the floor, but this time there could be no faking the massive impact of her larger body and newly voluptuous curves. Her moaning exploded into shrieking. “AUUGH FUCK ME! IT FEELS LIKE COCKS STROKING EVERY INCH OF MY BODY! IT’S ALL TOO INTENSE… FUCK. ME!”

And fuck her I wanted to. I wanted to feel her, to love her, to worship her, to die for her. My brain had given up all semblance of rational thinking, devolving into animalistic pleasures as I was denied my rightful orgasm over and over again.

I didn’t care that I was a mere cog in her erotic feedback loop. Even if it was remotely possible she was only faking again, Nina deserved to have her body’s changes accelerated and magnified. If I could laugh at this point I would’ve, the irony was not lost on me—I’m the one tied to a chair, but she's the one thrashing on the floor, uncontrollably orgasming, trapped in her own ecstasy.

I heard her trying to control her desperate breathing. A whispered mantra “One with the universe. …One with the universe.” while her hypersexual body tried to shatter her mind with insane pleasure.

Everything she pretended earlier was manifesting exactly as she described it, like she’d spoken some sort of a spell in arcane languages beyond my comprehension. I knew her sexual proficiency was now growing beyond any woman, maybe beyond all women put together!

And with that exquisite carnal knowledge Nina became a living Kama Sutra, a horny phoenix reborn from the ashes of her old self, emerging from the pyre of her orgasmic crisis as a sensuous, erotic and utterly pornographic Goddess beyond her wildest ambitions for her ‘little radio play’. 

The room became noticeably warmer as her ecstasy-driven thrashing finally ceased. A strange calm filled the room.

“One with the universe.” she cooed, fully in control of the raging sexual inferno in her flesh at last. I could feel the source of that heat rising from the ground silently, gracefully like an apex predator stalking her prey.

“Mmm, that was enjoyable. I suppose I should thank you, Matt. You’ve awakened my body into something most devious…” she giggled as I squirmed from her voice alone, desperately craving release she forbade from happening. “Yes, like how I should thank the battery that powers my electric toothbrush, perhaps…”

“Ughnnghn… ffhgghgghh…” was all I could muster in response.

She put a perfectly manicured finger to my chin, her perfumed scent lashing me like a whip. I was trembling with desire.

“Admit it. I wasn’t perfect yet.”

“I was wrong.” I pleaded. “So wrong…”

“And that I could be so much sexier.”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“You can cum now.”

“AAAAAUUUGH!”

I did as I was told. Immediately collapsing to a slump as my pants were soaked with minutes of refused release.

“Good job, VIP guest of honor. Looking forward to seeing you at the party on Friday…”

The world tilted, darkness rising up to fill my gaze as the shuddering release of my loins continued without pause.

~

When I awoke, I was alone—and untied. Nina was nowhere to be seen. The only trace of her having been there was a paper bag taped shut and labeled ‘#3’ with a sharpie. I could hardly imagine how rich and concentrated her pheromones were now.

God help me, I was going to make another batch. I had to - the paper for our project wasn’t finished yet.

And I would have to live with the consequences.

DAY 18

Nina didn’t show up to school the next day. Part of me thought that was for the best. I still had the paper bag she’s left me in my locker. I was holding off on producing any more perfume as long as possible, while still adding the little bits I could to our lab paper. But eventually…

I was afraid to see what she had become, that staring upon her magnificence would vaporize my mere human brain like some sort of eldritch being that was beyond my comprehension.

Now she was like a cryptid. I believed in her existence, I knew she was real and potentially dangerous, but I couldn’t prove it. No one seemed to mention her absence, maybe they understood that party planning at this magnitude took two full days. Then again, Mr. Matthews didn’t even call her name during roll call. She must’ve whipped up an absence so well-excused he didn’t even feel the need to ask if she was there.

As the hours ticked on and my skepticism increased, I wondered just how the logistics of this Friday party would work. Was everyone really about to miss school tomorrow? Would school even be able to continue after such a mass exodus?

As if on cue, the intercom lit up with a familiar wash of static as the voice of the principal could be heard. “Attention students, we have just been informed that, due to a holiday, there will be no school tomorrow. Classes will resume as usual on Monday.”

The excitement was so palpable I could hear cheers erupting from other classrooms, but I wasn’t celebrating alongside my classmates. None of this added up—since when was there a holiday on a Friday? This whole situation had Nina written all over it.

While she wasn’t the master manipulator I had initially suspected, her actions weren’t dodging future allegations anytime soon. Had she really manipulated the principal to cancel school? She was more dangerous than I thought.

Then again, it’s not like missing one day would really hurt. I had perfect attendance otherwise, maybe she was doing this to ensure that my streak would continue? I knew the other students would certainly appreciate it.

It wasn’t long after that my phone buzzed with a notification. Somehow, I had just known that it was a text from Nina. I feared it would be something cryptic, but it was a relatively normal sentence, all things considered.

“Hey sorry I’m not at school today, I need to make sure I look my best for the big party tomorrow!”

She could probably show up in a trash bag shawl and everyone would drop to their knees and ask for her hand in marriage at this point. At least, that had to be the case. Last week her own reflection brought her to a near-orgasm. I don’t think I could really imagine how she looked now. And I probably shouldn’t try.

“No prob! I don’t think your toothbrush battery is mentally stable enough to actually witness your perfection yet, so a day of absence will probably let me recharge a little lol.”

Ah, good ol’ reliable ‘lol’. It saved any embarrassing admittance over text from seeming too serious.

“Hahahahaha. I’m sorry. That was mean of me. You’ve been a great lab partner. You recharge all you want. And trust me I had to wear grandma clothes just to not make my parents suspicious. Mom’s hounding me about my new skincare routine and I don’t think I’m ready to explain about our class project. If I tell her it's a new perfume she’ll want to try it.”

She added three laughing emojis afterwards. I had no clue why, but that just added more fuel to the blazing wildfire that was her perfection.

"I should have guessed finding a new swimsuit in my size was going to be impossible. Ugh."

So that’s what she was doing today. Well, besides manipulating school staff, but that was a daily occurrence at this point so it almost wasn’t even worth mentioning. Small talk continued, then died out eventually. She didn’t respond again until school had ended and I was comfortably at home.

"MATT! I found the cutest thing at a surf shop! I guess it's supposed to be a costume, maybe? The girl at the shop said she'd never had a customer it fit, so she gave me a discount.”

She signed off on her words with a heart emoji and a money emoji.

“Nice!” I texted back. Look at me, I can make whole words of chit chat.

“Home now. Oh, there’s a bunch of fake padding in the cups. I’m just gonna throw that away.”

I honestly didn’t know what to say to that, but her stream of texts kept coming despite my silence.

“I don’t know why, but wearing this suit makes me feel so powerful” 

To say the combination of dumbfounded consonants that followed in my text response constituted as words would be a bit of an exaggeration.

“Looking forward to seeing you in my pool. Until then, have a selfie:”

My jaw dropped as the image loaded up.

I gasped, my eyes vibrating like eggs on a pan as they drank up every inch of her stunning body. My nerdy brain recognized the suit immediately, or at least elements of it. It was some sort of bootleg Powergirl top with some Supergirl thrown in. The iconic white high-cut leotard only with a gold trim and sporting a prominent Supergirl emblem stretched across the deep cleavage of her full breasts. Lush. Huge. Succulent. Ravishing.

Physically holding back my desire to drool, I briefly imagined what it would feel like to be that suit, hugging her magnificent curvature. The lady at the surf shop was right, there was no one else on the planet who could’ve worn that suit like Nina. She was beyond perfection, her proportions closer to a comic book girl’s than anything human evolution could conjure.

Just judging by the surroundings, Nina’s height easily exceeded six feet, her stomach sleek and firm, softly etched lines of definition giving the impression of extreme fitness while taking absolutely nothing away from the smooth femininity of her sexy shape. Her previous voluptuous upper body had bowed inward to a waist so slender that it looked positively miniscule. But now, it was like an actual hourglass! Cobbled abs pressed up against the stomach of the suit like ancient engravings on a temple dedicated to Fitness Gods. I couldn’t tell if it was the suit or the enhancements that made her creamy hips so lushly rounded.

Nina made Supergirl and Powergirl look like inferior specimens!

Nina’s body was something else entirely, like nothing I’d ever seen before—and that included her previous form! I quivered, struggling to absorb the staggering magnitude of her physical perfection beyond perfection. She was probably giggling right this second, knowing that my mind was 404’ing like some sort of faulty webpage.

My eyes must’ve taken hours to reach the bottom of her body, where she stood in the stairwell to the pool.

Wait, her feet weren’t in the water. Was she…

Floating!?